Too Much lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama, BEO Lil Kenny & Gucci Mane]
Hah, they said, "Dram', you doin' too much these days" (Let the band play)
I told 'em it take way too much for me to be satisfied (Band-)
Yeah (Wop)

[Chorus: BEO Lil Kenny & DJ Drama]
Too much money in here (Too much)
All this ice, make a b*tch say, "Burr," yeah (Burr, We never stoppin')
Too many straps in here
One of 'em drop an opp, all my n*ggas gon' cheer, yeah (Oh yeah, Gangsta)
Then we take him straight to the bank
Just last night, I was sleepin' with a shank, yeah
Then we gon' pour another pint
I'm so fresh, makin' all the hoes faint, yeah (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I gotta pop my sh*t
Tell all the labels they can guap that sh*t, yeah (Guap it up)
Homie, that's both of our b*tch
All the pillow talkin', you can stop that sh*t, uh
What type of time you on?
I'ma keep slidin' 'til the Mob get home, yeah (The Mob)
I'ma keep buyin' these stones
Used to sell stones in Walker Homes (Oh yeah)

[Verse 1: BEO Lil Kenny]
The Bentley, the 'Vette, the Porsche
I remember days I ain't have a choice (No choice)
Used to pull up with the torch
Asked you about it, you ain't have no voice (No voice)
The feds, they don't like when we get active, we get away too much (Get away too much)
I heard dude said it's over with for me, that n*gga play too much
I got too many hitters in the circle, sh*t, I start gettin' mannish (I'm mannish)
If he pull up to my city unannounced, his chain gon' vanish (It's gone)
I heard they knocked your big homie off, damn, what a disaster (A disaster)
Say another motherf*ckin' thing, we gon' turn you to Casper (He gone)
Bro say an opp gon' die tonight, that n*gga knew somethin' (He know somethin')
Choppers in the Sprinter fresh out the pen', gave me goosebumps (Got goosebumps)
I can hear 'em sayin' in they head, "Lil Kenny too tough" (Too tough)
f*ck all of that yappin', if you don't like it, n*gga, do somethin' (Do somethin' 'bout it)
I bought water diamonds just to sell it to the f*ckin' drought (Water)
All you n*ggas talkin', let my name taste like sh*t in your mouth (sh*t)
Catch a couple bodies, get some money how you get some clout (Uh)
All these chains on me, reppin' gang, no, I can't get out (Gang)
[Chorus: BEO Lil Kenny & DJ Drama]
Too much money in here (Yeah)
All this ice, make a b*tch say, "Burr," yeah (Burr, burr)
Too many straps in here (Straps)
One of 'em drop an opp, all my n*ggas gon' cheer, yeah (Cheer)
Then we take him straight to the bank
Just last night, I was sleepin' with a shank, yeah (Uh-huh)
Then we gon' pour another pint
I'm so fresh, makin' all the hoes faint, yeah (Too fresh)
Yeah, I gotta pop my sh*t
Tell all the labels they can guap that sh*t, yeah (Guap it up)
Homie, that's both of our b*tch
All the pillow talkin', you can stop that sh*t, uh (Just stop it)
What type of time you on?
I'ma keep slidin' 'til the Mob get home, yeah ('Til the Mob)
I'ma keep buyin' these stones
Used to sell stones in Walker Homes (True story, Wop)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Too much guap in here, they done f*cked around and let Wop in here (It's Gucci)
Human chandelier, all this ice, make a b*tch go, "Burr" (Burr)
So many killers in here, current and some ex-dealers in here (Huh?)
Lost my lil' n*gga last year, cryin' inside, but didn't shed no tear (Damn)
It's Gucci Mane La Flare with Young Mob Multi-Millionaire (Mob)
Don't watch me too hard, on God, n*ggas get killed for starin' (Huh?)
I'll put a n*gga ass in the dirt, but I don't like to glorify violence (Well, damn)
I had to cut off one of my hitters, he ain't complete the assignment (Woah)
I'm just a reflection of my section, product of my environment (True)
I'm like MJ in his forties, might come out of retirement (Wow)
Couple people crossed me in my past, but f*ck it, we can't rewind it
Thought you was real, n*gga, you fake, guess you had me blinded (Wop)
[Chorus: BEO Lil Kenny]
Too much money in here (Yeah)
All this ice, make a b*tch say, "Burr," yeah (Burr, burr)
Too many straps in here (Straps)
One of 'em drop an opp, all my n*ggas gon' cheer, yeah (Cheer)
Then we take him straight to the bank
Just last night, I was sleepin' with a shank, yeah (Uh-huh)
Then we gon' pour another pint
I'm so fresh, makin' all the hoes faint, yeah (Too fresh)
Yeah, I gotta pop my sh*t
Tell all the labels they can guap that sh*t, yeah (Guap it up)
Homie, that's both of our b*tch
All the pillow talkin', you can stop that sh*t, uh (Just stop it)
What type of time you on?
I'ma keep slidin' 'til the Mob get home, yeah ('Til the Mob)
I'ma keep buyin' these stones
Used to sell stones in Walker Homes (True story)

[Outro: DJ Drama]
(Gangsta Grizzill)
Too much success
Too much money
Too much is given, too much is required
I'm just lovin' life way too much, baby
BEO Lil Kenny
Guwop
Dram'